Rockhounding

How to Become a Rockhound

Geologists Hammer

Picture yourself–you’re out on a hike with some friends or your family, everyone’s supposed to be enjoying nature, and the others are practically running up the trail ahead of you. In the meantime, you’re staring down at the trail, stopping every 50 feet, and picking up every rock that looks interesting. If this situation is familiar to you, then you’re already a rockhound.

The great thing about being a rockhound or wanting to be a rockhound, though, is that you can be a rockhound almost anywhere! (Of course, it does help to be outdoors, but that’s not absolutely necessary—see “What If You Can’t Get Out There?” later on in this page.) Sure, you can be on a hiking trail, but you could also be on a beach, in a gravel parking lot, on a sidewalk next to some landscaping stones, or, if you’re lucky, on a field trip at a mine or special rock collecting area.

The important thing, no matter where you are, is that you like to look for cool rocks. You don’t have to have any special equipment or go to exotic locations, you can look wherever you are and just pick up any rock that looks interesting, maybe after kicking it a few times to loosen it up if it’s stuck in the dirt. Along with being able to do it anywhere, the great thing about collecting rocks is that you can make it be whatever you like, from a sometimes hobby to a total obsession!

So how do you go from being a beginner to being a major rockhound? It all comes down to three things: 1) knowing about rocks, 2) having the right tools, and 3) getting to where the rocks are.

A collection of four rocks and minerals field guides

Science Author Confession

A Rhode Island Red chicken eyeing the photographer suspiciously while a Black Sexlink chicken looks away

Sometimes your rockhound radar can get a little bit out of control. For example, at my house, we raise chickens for eggs, and to keep things from getting too smelly in the coop, every day I make a point of removing chicken poop from the coop. But when I do so, my rockhound radar activates, and there I am, trying to uncover every possible, uh, “treasure” that I can to add to my “collection” (the compost heap, that is), and I end up spending way too much time in there as a result.

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